Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance (7 page)

Sam's eyebrow went up. His words sent a shudder of jealous agony through me.

"Sam, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying my best not to let my paranoid excitement show.

"Well it was just the way he was talking..."

"Hiya Sam!" Rebecca's cheerful voice rang through the kitchen.

Sam straightened up and smiled and turned with outstretched arms until she curled up under his beard in a hug.

"How are ya lass?"

"Good," Rebecca answered, "What are you two whispering about up here?"

"Oh there's a bit of a thing going on around town about Mary Weavers, you remember her?" Sam changed subjects effortlessly, like he'd had it all prepared before he got here. Body of a bear but gossiped like a grandma.

"Yeah," Rebecca answered, crinkling her nose in confusion at why we'd be talking about Mary Weavers.

"Turns out she's been trying to get a man she met on the internet to come out and visit her. Her kids found out and were furious. Now they're flying in to, she says, set her straight."

"Man she met on the internet?"

I was on her like a hawk. Watching those eyes, watching the way the words came off her lips.

"Some guy she met on some internet website, chatting and the like. Her kids think he's just out to scam her, though what he'll scam her
of
I'm not too sure. She still owes me for a few grocery runs I did for her. Never mind. That's all. Where's that coffee?"

As soon as he turned around he made a face like "Gee did we get away with it?" and I saw my own opportunity begin to float away.

Desperate, I blurted the words without thinking. "Ha! Ha! Right, so how does that work, was he just like 'Hey baby. Send a picture and some details?'"

Sam's brow went up in genuine confusion but I didn't care. I was staring at Rebecca. Staring at those eyes.

No reaction. No recognition but no confusion either. Nothing but a perfect little smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.

"Don't mind him Sam," she said finally, shaking her head. "He's been a little weird lately."

"Has he?" Sam asked shaking his head.

She walked over and put a hand on my arm. Her eyes were still on mine, intent. Like she was watching, searching for a reason, too.

"He has," she said and standing on her toes, kissed me on the cheek.

Chapter 10

I was supposed to spend the rest of the day working. I had a client that was waiting on some code and I'd promised to deliver by the beginning of the following week. Instead, as Rebecca busied herself downstairs, all I could do was sit there and alternate staring at my screen or out the window.

The strangest thoughts began to creep through my mind, undoubtedly helped along by Sam's curious revelation that I should "watch out" for our lovely guest Andre. Whatever he'd said had obviously left a real impression, but I'd known Sam to embellish things from time to time. Not a lot happened in a place like Port Clareton, so when there was a bit of gossip or something new happening, most of the locals milked it for all it was worth.

Why hadn't I gone into the kitchen last night? Why hadn't I looked to see if Andre had been there? I mean, the answer was because I was more interested in trying to have sex with her again than I was of looking like a fool, going to check if my wife had been cheating on me with our bed and breakfast guest. It was absurd, really that I would even contemplate the possibility that something was going on.

She hadn't done or said anything out of the ordinary. The whole thing was driven by my own twisted little fantasy. Once I'd thought about it that away, work came a little easier and by the time dinner rolled around, I was more or less done and ready for an aperitif. In one final act of defiance against my own suspicions, I logged on and deleted the ad I'd placed, making sure that no one else would tempt me.

When I went downstairs, though, neither Rebecca or Andre were there, and I felt a curious twinge of something, a re-ignition of the thoughts I thought I'd buried. When the door opened and the two of them came in laughing, I was already on my second scotch, the warm, oakey burn stoking my rage, and the buzz blurring my mind's eye.

I watched him hold the door for her, watched her cover her mouth as she laughed and stepped through it. My eyes drifted down and a shock of jealous rage raced through me at what I thought I saw.

Had they seen me? I didn't know. Had I seen his hand land gently on the small of her back as he stepped through the door? The blood boiling in my veins said yes, even if I doubted my eyes. The most confusing thing about it, though, was that my boiling blood didn't want to make me lunge at him, punch him in the face or kick him out and tell him never to come back. The blood boiling in my veins hardened my cock and made me want to see it all again.

"Oh my God!" Rebecca screamed as her eyes came to rest on my pouting frame, hunched over the almost empty glass of scotch I'd been nursing. "I didn't see you there!" She giggled at herself and walked towards me. Was that a sexier sway of her hips that I saw? I looked at Andre. His eyes were not where I expected them to be. Rebecca's ass was irresistible to watch. I didn't know a man that could look the other way when she was walking by. But he was staring straight at me, with what looked to be a satisfied smile playing across his lips.

The fire in my belly burned even hotter as my mind began to race, coming up with possibilities.

Where had they been? Why was she so friendly with him all of a sudden? Why was he smiling at me like that?

"Hey," Rebecca said, leaning down and pecking at my cheek. "Wow, into the drink already huh?" she joked, eyeing me close. "Did you get your stuff done?"

"Yup." I knew she would expect more. I knew the one-word answer would immediately betray that something was up, but I couldn't bring myself to push any more words out.

She knew. Right away she knew. She furrowed her brow and tilted her head and looked at me funny, and I knew what she was going to ask before she asked it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Gah! I wanted to be a better actor than this. I didn't want her to see me pouting and sulking like this, not now, not with him there.

"I'll be down in just a bit," Andre said behind her. Whether he sensed there was something going on or not, I didn't know, but I was glad for the time alone with her.

"Sure," she said, turning towards him and smiling. When she looked back, she seemed to have resolved to be cheerful. "So, Mr. Pouty Pants? What is it?"

What to tell her?
What to tell her?

Well gee honey, I could say, I've just been doing a lot of fetishizing lately and now I'm kind of confused about our relationship, so I think you're having an affair with our first bed and breakfast guest.

I took a deep breath. They say breathing helps.

"I...what were you two doing?" I spit out before I could stop myself.

A raised eyebrow, a puzzled frown then the glimmer of understanding in her eyes at what I was asking, exactly.

"John, are you...are you jealous?" she whispered.

The way she said it forged my jealous rage into a rigid lust that made me stiffen and want to take her there on the table. There was nothing accusatory about her tone, nothing that indicated her disdain for what I felt. Quite the opposite. It almost seemed to thrill her, that I might be jealous of another man.

"I..." I began, searching her eyes for what she was trying to say. I couldn't say "no" because she knew it. She knew already that that's what was burning inside me. That my stare when they walked through the door had been driven by jealousy. But did she know that I felt something else?

"You, what?" she said, still leaning over me, her generous cleavage daring me to look down at the cleft between her breasts instead of at her eyes. There was mischief in them now. Had she been a naughty girl?

Did she know how hard I was? Could she sense it? Could she smell it? "So yeah, what were you guys doing?"

She straightened and folded her arms across her chest. The smile curled up one side of her mouth in a devilish kind of way. "I was out back showing him the garden and the view."

I breathed deeply again, trying to calm my pulse and my confused excitement. "Oh..." It was a dejected, sad sound, as heavy with disappointment as it was with relief.

"Would you rather I not do that anymore? With the guests, I mean?"

My mind began to race again. Why didn't I just ask her? Why didn't I just tell her what I felt? Because how do you do that? How do you just say that to someone who you know so well, that you want something and don't want it at the same time?

"No!" I managed a guffaw this time. "Of course you can do it. I was just wondering." I erupted into smiles, trying to lighten the mood even though my blood still boiled inside.

"Okay..."

She seemed confused now.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Andre's deep voice boomed from the stairwell right before I saw him walk in, rubbing his hands together in glee.

"Beef Wellington," Rebecca replied, still looking at me. "But I have to take a shower before I do that. I'm filthy."

My cock flexed again.

Chapter 11

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to the wind which had picked up again outside. Waves crashed against the cliffs in the darkness and made it seem like trouble was brewing, with the weather, anyways.

Through dinner I'd barely said anything, letting her and Andre talk and laugh. I'd tried not to stare, but most of the time couldn't help myself. His hands. I kept looking at those big, black hands of his and thinking of them pressed against her skin. It had made me rock hard, lusting after her like I hadn't in a long time.

When she walked out of the bathroom, my heart jumped into my throat at the sight of her in nothing but a pair of red underwear.

Don't get me wrong. This was what I'd always wanted. I'd always wanted my wife to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but her underwear and make it clear that we were having sex. But why the hell was she doing it now?

"What are you doing?" I asked as she crawled seductively between the sheets.

She laughed and rolled her eyes, as if it was something that happened all the time. "I'm trying to have sex you with you, John Forrest," she purred, nibbling at my ear lobe, her hand already snaking towards my crotch.

Maybe I should have just enjoyed it for what it was. Maybe I shouldn't have worried or cared about the sudden change. The sudden change, though, seemed to be what was turning me on so much. It was impossible to ignore. I turned to look at her, pulling away so I could see her eyes. She seemed unperturbed by my hesitation.

"What's the matter, John Forrest? Don't you want to have sex with your wife?" Her hand found my rigid member and her eyes lit up in approval.

"Of course I want to have sex with you," I said, grunting as she squeezed me and trying to pull away. She held fast. "Rebecca, what is this?" I asked, putting myself dangerously close to a night of celibacy. Her sultry expression didn't waver.

"I saw you watching me tonight," she whispered, a vein of dangerous excitement in her tone.

I couldn't help my body's reaction and I flexed, becoming even harder in her hand. It made her eyes widen and her mouth drop open, just so slightly.

Then suddenly she was pushing past the elastic of my underwear, her hot fingers wrapping around the stiff flesh of my cock and causing me to groan as she began to stroke. She pushed the fabric down with her other hand, pushing the covers off and freeing my cock so it could stand. As the covers flew off her body too, I saw how taut her nipples were already. When I looked back up, there was a hunger in her eyes.

She didn't wait for me to roll onto her, or take the lead or take command. She was up on her knees, swinging one leg over my body and revealing the damp spot that had darkened the red fabric of her underwear.

I lay there in a shocked silence, pangs of pleasure pulsing from my cock as I watched the woman that I thought I'd known so well pushing her panties to one side. I looked down there too and flexed again as I saw the slickness of her pussy. When she pressed the head of my cock to her tight slit, the trickle of warmth that ran down it made me shiver. That made her look up and smile.

"Look how wet my pussy is John," she said, biting her lip. She had one knee up in the air, so that I could see almost the whole length of her slit as she stroked it with my cock. Each pass of her moist flesh along my hardness made me stiffen even more and worry that I wouldn't last if she kept it up. Finally, in a benevolent act of mercy, she stopped her teasing and pressed my cock between her welcoming lips, then sank onto me slowly, letting me fill her hole.

"Oh fuck..." I groaned as the feeling of her cunt tightening around my shaft doused me in heat. When I opened my eyes to look at her again, she'd thrown her head back. She was someone else now. Some primal, grunting creature that was digging for the pleasure in her fuck.

She put her hands on my hips as mine slid along her perfect curves and settled on her breasts. She moaned as her body began to undulate on mine, her hips grinding against me faster, my cock thrust up inside her as deeply as it would go.

"Fuck Becka..." I breathed as the surges of my own pleasure came quicker and a climax threatened to unleash my seed. But instead of slowing, instead of getting off me so that we could stretch out our enjoyment, she started fucking faster, like an animal in heat.

Her eyes were glinting now as if she sensed my closeness. Her stare drove into me, an urging, hungry thing that seemed to beg me for my seed. I pinched her small buds between my fingers, thinking a shot of pain would slow her down. It only made her clench her jaw and seemed to drive her even wilder. She bent low over me, letting me take a nipple in my mouth as she squeezed me with her cunt.

I could feel the mess of her sloppy wetness as it dribbled down my shaft. There was no stopping now, I'd reached the point of no return. She seemed to sense it and pulled her chest up off of mine so I could be as deep inside her as I could be. My cock throbbed once and then again. I felt the cum pulsing through it, hot and ready to explode. At the first blast of my seed, my hands dropped to her hips and my ass arched up as my body rammed itself deep inside her womb.